Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Solitary Note

There was a long lapse in time 
Between the two...
And the voice of reason was strong 
When the will was empowered 
Something greatly effecting the soul
The heavenly father...

Your in good hands... 
No longer fear to triumph over
Love that was made
Love that was real and turned to hatred, regardless.

Masks not only cover all of your face now,
But you've lost your voice...
Your eyes when you look at me...
Now there's only a shadow and it doesn't 
Portray the same... 

Read the solitary note...

See the signs painted there before you...
There's nothing cryptic 
At least not anymore... 

Thought I could manage this...
All alone,
But I didn't realize how deep the roots
Had grown...

Sunken tree limbs 
Below the nightingale... 

Keep repressing, depressant 
And would eventually give in
To what panic ensues  
no matter what the consequence 
And would eventually cave in 
And lose the struggle on my own... 

Something about human behavior and indifference.

Kill me closer. 

The muss is left to idle in their own cruel heart 
The muss is left to love someone other.
When it's not the one they desire... 

Kill me closer, 

Wish this brightness would not be artificial 
The love between two, to be alive 
And not universal...

Read the solitary note...

See the signs painted there before you...
There's nothing cryptic 
At least not anymore... 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Esthetics


Mind left to the altar, a cryptic thought. 

The storm line is brief 
How could I let you forget me...
It seems the worst is over
It seems there is no care in the world 
Left for my sake... 

For what I have discovered
May go untold in the end... 

Never heard from... 

Let this be an open letter 
For absent friends... 

Seems the wind is still strong
Left to weakness in the red clouds 
Something defining autumn 
That attracts me...  
Pulls me closer 
How could I be torn apart this way? 

So fragile... 
So delicate 
Leads me back to your eyes once again...

I seem to write better in this empty room
Mind left to heart beats 
And lies of her emotions consume...
Does terrified happiness exist...?

Some jealousy entwined
I wonder what the last epitaph read...   
So broken 
So long to sorrow 
On your every word...

To share your love to someone other than me?

It seems there is no care in the world 
Left for my sake... 

For what i have discovered
May go untold in the end... 

Never heard from... 

Let this be an open letter 
For absent friends... 

Monday, October 29, 2012

Paint by Windows


Paint by Windows
In suit, In form
The pattern
Close 
Like silhouettes of stain glass 
And ashes of bodies once 
The keeper of Souls 

In suit, In form

Standing next to the old tree 
Become the shadow 
I
Never thought I would 
See you in this Life...

Or lives after.

When the fruit
So hollow
Becomes the earth
In my eyes...
There's some sort of magic...

I can't match the essence of

Yes and no...

We're always followed by death
This is true...
But one thing I've learned among the ciaos
Among this uncertainty dwelling 

Is the unknown... 

Hope we cling too
Blindly... 

The hope that seems so possible 
When the fear is not... 

When the fruit
So hollow
Becomes the earth
In my eyes...
There's some sort of magic...

I can't match the essence of 

Yes and no...

In suit, In form
The pattern
Close 

Paint by Windows.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Mosaic Renown



Significance under the sun 
Blackrays of red and orange 
Procession of hope 
Mortality lost for this dying rose 
This one perished note 
Written in the same silenced vein 

Silence rises and grows on this gentle light 
Mute memories of human intents 
Awakening life echoes with infinite ripples 
Ceasing oblivion a banished wrote… 
Seeps into my mind this dim flower-scent 
Dead flowers shatter mindless frown 

I have grown with age…. 
See the morning rise as the prayer 
Is something only you can hear 
And speak-

Within you 

The final gold in the autumn storm 
The rain bewilders the sunlight 
And I am old enough now… 

Though I imagine this nostalgia of past 
Communed by me unceasing 
River fireworks and us together 
The waves of flushing snapshots-blow 
Past this opaque window of noise 
Obscurity rendered my passion 
This wilting petal prolongs my internal 
Banishment – I walk solerly solo in… 

Crying arms welcoming 
The pure and honest meaning of life 
The reasons almost mosaic 
I try so hard but fail to understand 
The artists divine… 
Though I feel inspired, I feel renown 
So strangely complete 
As everything and everyone 
Is the way that it is… 

This one perished note 
Written in the same silenced vain. 

Alec Wildey & Trevor James
Oct 21, 2012 @ Mount Pleasant Cemetery  

Equals.



It's not the way it seems to be...
It feels, it lies...
Always out of silence 
Out of mind...

Body, soul 
Reflection. 

Truth is, is there's no other way to concur
Your love, your hate...
It all equals the same...
Your loss, your revenge 
In a character I can't portray 
But have never lost interest. 

Buried so deep into sound
Walk on the riverside... roam the garden
I...
Hear your voice whisper like it once was 
Angels flying 
Near my window... 

Smoke blowing back in
As I inhale the storm...
It creates a great mask for me...
A great impression of you
As well

Always hiding. 

It's not the way it seems to be...
It feels, it lies...
Always out of silence 
Out of body, mind...
Soul... spirit 

What has your reflection ever given me other than panic? 

Truth is, is there's no other way to concur
Your love, your hate...
There all equals...

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Crimson Allegory

Maude ©
Motto: I have slept onto an ageless season where rust wishes 
May crawl for Truth/ Be still ...

Wrapped into autumn leaves
Grey thoughts are turned to mists of gold
Over cooper wishes of my own
So bright and vivid
Yet so far from it
By now I've said a prayer
For hearts in bloom
To ashen rays of hope
To hand of faith I wrote a note…

Require the pulse
The history repeated
Again the rose feeds the heart
Along this sunrise...
Shadows don't belong, frailty still
And quiet;

Heaven be short...
In faith everlasting…

Engrave a lovesong
Never heard or whistled symphonies of air
Some smooth-pale words
Be warned
Alongside to a twinkled glance
It glittered hands
From shadows still
Where Hearts of Doom
Might be concealed...

Vibrate again
And latch onto my skin...
Follow through me
Dark eyes accentuate the sky
Rain falls beyond the clouds
And this heavenly body
Persists into grace...
The Lips...

Arousing

A short glimpse of you I had...
Follow through me

So bright and vivid
Yet so far from it
By now I've said a prayer
For hearts in bloom
To ashen rays of hope
To hand of faith I wrote a note...

WRAPPED INTO AUTUMN LEAVES 

Maude & Alec Wildey 
October 2012 

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

In the Shape of Monuments

Forest of snow once crushed soul
Of my defense
Lips of gold, iris of mothers...
Seeing eyes in the shape of monuments, 

Once in love…
Now always a liar. 

The faith within, trust is doubted.

The wish is the same, though the words come out different... 

The peace in you worth more than we suffer
Feel my energy; 

Something vast and strong like moonlight eyes aglow
Or salvation… 
I'll always be here for you... if needed, if wanted...
If ever alone... 

(Never apart) 

Put forth a simple notion
Put me in the same soil...

The final resting place is here
The final resting place in you
Feel my energy;

Forest of snow once crushed roses
Of my funeral… 
Lips of gold, iris of mothers...
Seeing eyes in the shape of monuments 

Once in love… 
Now always a liar.

Friday, October 12, 2012

In the Shape of the Sun

Wake up restless eyes
Slowly amount to nothing 
In the shape of the sun...

(You are)

I don't see beyond this. 

Reasons that once made you.
Now we don't belong 

You lie again and lie to me
I lie awake and try to find meaning...

(The headstone with no name
No proper eulogy)

I fall asleep with eyes awake
And this deadly heart beating PULSE
Overwhelms the idea 

Of anything important...

Anything once felt.  

The hatred inside
Your mask and mine
Could not be the same...

(Could not be sacred)

What you're doing and what I've done;
Still recalls the memory of the heated love

(The passion)

And now it's certain...

I don't belong. 

... 

Sudden train without you near...
Slow moving river of the children's fields 

In the shape of the sun...

(You are)

Somewhere beyond this. 



Wednesday, October 10, 2012

i m p r e s s i o n


All these thoughts of disbelief 
Slowly build up... 
Mountains rise... 
Rain on my skin, getting use to abandonment... 

The wilderness, fragrance; 

Stars divide through cold wind. 

(Trial and error 
Learn from the past 
All mistakes... 

But never take chances... 

Your heart is at risk...) 

And inspiration is everywhere I go 
Everyone I see... 
Still lost in the eyes of distance between. 

With no ambitions to do anything to change... 

The buildings of tomorrow 
Not even a brick to donate 

And a feeling is left without 
The dead end of significance... 

The bridge is no longer down 
Just very few have crossed it... 

With a mindset you can't reach 
Just as simple dreaming... 
Just as speechless praying 
For the words you can't speak... 

I once made a mark 
I once made an impression 

And I will do no less 
As long as I live… 

So help me… 

Alec Wildey – October 2012